To other, unknowing souls, it was a lovely snow day in my backyard, where the white, fluffy ice particles canceled out any sound and children were sledding.. But to my cousins and I, it was war, where only the strong survived. What war were we fighting, you ask? Only the one that many people fight one way or another. The war of 'Who Can Do The Better Trick'
To steal back the spotlight, (as I always do one way or another), I set aside my fears of breaking my neck and paralyzing myself forever and placed my sled on the ground. I was going to surf down this hill if it killed me (which it just might)
So, hopefully not setting myself up for failure, I yell for attention, then jump on the sled and race down the hill. "YOLO!" I screamed.
"Are you okay, Aleigha?"
I braced myself for what was surely going to be the sudden impact, but nothing came. There I was, surfing down our very steep hill on my own two feet, and there were my cousins... who I would later realize weren't looking in this remote direction. So I closed my eyes enjoyed the ride. Everything was perfect, until...
BAM! I somersaulted into the snow below. I had lost my balance, and now I was paying the price.
But I learned something that day. If you're scared, you'll never get anywhere. But if you come out of your comfort zone a little bit, things can get really interesting, and not always in a bad way!
"NO, I'm not okay! Woe is me! I've broken my pride!"